January 2004 / Volume Five / Issue One
Burris of the Universe
TOO HOT TO CARE

“THEY SAY LOVE HITS YOU LIKE A BLINDING FLASH
BETWEEN THE EYES IF YOU ARE A GENTLEMAN,
AND BETWEEN THE LEGS IF YOU ARE NOT-“

                                                                                      J.P. DONLEAVY


YOU-SWEET LADY-TEND TO SWING WITH BOTH FISTS
SIMUTAINOUSLY- A PRETTY MOVEMENT-LIKE SWINGING THE CAPE
AT SOME ENRAGED BUT DISTRACTED BULL-ABOUT TO TAKE AN UNPREMEDITATED OATH OF CELEBACY CAUSED BY
UNEXPECTED ORGANIC IMPACT-BLINDING LIGHT/BREATHTAKING PAIN-
IMPLIES A ONE BODY TRIAGE-THE DOCTOR PLAYING DOCTOR
AT THE GOLF COURSE-THE NURSE LOOKING SUSPICIOUSLY
LIKE YOU DRESSED IN A VIRGINS UNIFORM-YOU FIX ME WITH
                                            BANDAIDS AND REVOLVING DOORS WITH
                                            FUNHOUSES AND FUNERALS WITH
                                            THOSE SPECIAL MIRRORS THAT ONLY WORK IN
                                             ZERO LIGHT / ZERO GRAVITY-
                                             THE ONE’S AND ZERO’S  ER-
LOVES RIGHT CROSS / LOVES WONDERFUL WEDGIE /
LOVES LIQUID CANDY /
DRIPPING FROM YOUR FIRST AID KIT SOON TO KILL MY FAVORITE GERMS-
INJURED GENTLEMAN BULLSEYE AWAITS INNOCULATION FROM YOUR
HYPERDERMIK TONGUE DEPRESSOR-GLADLY-
                                             BLINDING BLOW TO THE
                                             THIRD EYE-
                                              BLINDING BLOW TO THE
                                             UNSUSPECTING MARSHMELLOW TWINS
                                              JUST HANGING AROUND
                                              WAITING FOR GODOT-
I PARTIALLY REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME ALIENS ABDUCTED MY HEART-
I WAS IN HIGH SCHOOL / THEY WERE IN ORBIT-THEY TOOK ONE LOOK-
SENT IT BACK – SANS IMPLANT –  CURIOUSLY THEY DID MARK IT
WITH A TATTOO-
                                              “NOT TO BE USED INTERNALLY”
I SHOULD HAVE LISTENED–
                                              BLOW TO THE EYE-
                                              BLOW TO THE GROIN-
                                              IN BETWEEN THE TATTOO-
KEVLAR JOCKY SHORTS / RUSTY IRON JOUSTING HELMETS
PROVIDE NO USEFUL SAFETY-YOU CANT TELL IF YOU’RE UNHURT



IF YOU CANT FEEL ANYTHING
                                               THE GENTLE MAN MUST GRAB THE ROSES
                                                IN HIS THORN BLOODIED HAND TO
                                                SPANK YOU NICELY...
                                                JUST TO THANK YOU FOR
                                                THE COMPLICATED
                                                BRUISES AND BLUES OF
                                                LIFE’S SWEET SECONDS OF
                                                LOVE...
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